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My heart thunders.If not now, when?
I gather together the last shreds of my confidence. They burst through me like a fireball, consuming every doubt, every parcel of self-preservation.
If I’m going down, I’m going down in a blaze of glory thatwill likely mangle both my friendship with Abel and my dignity.
But that’s a tomorrow problem. Tonight, I’m taking chances.
I open my robe. The air, warm, heavy with anticipation, kisses my skin and sends a stake of arousal through my center.
I stand in front of Abel, my body bared, and say, “Make me understand.”
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Abel
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Beautiful.
She is so goddamn beautiful I can’t fucking stand it.
Creamy skin, soft curves. Pretty little tits that are slightly heavier on the bottom. Her nipples are small. Pink. Begging to be sucked. They’re the first thing I saw when I walked in on her in the tub. My dick got so hard so fast it literally knocked the wind out of me.
I rake my eyes down her stomach and hips. Her pubic hair is dark blonde and very curly. Lush is the only word I can think to describe it.
It glitters with water droplets from the bath.
I wanna shoot this tequila, but my hand is shaking too hard. I’ll spill it everywhere, and then she’ll know I’mthis closeto losing my shit.
To showing her exactly why I’m the last guy on earth she should ask to fuck her. She wouldn’t beg for it if she knew what I was really like.
Would she?
My dick presses painfully against my zipper. Seekingfriction, I lean into the bar. The hard edge of the counter meets with my head, and it’s awful and just what I need and I don’t know how I’m not going to come all over the place if Jen keeps standing there naked. Offering me what I’ve dreamed about for a hundred fucking years.
“Close. Your. Fucking. Robe.”
Her shoulders undulate as she gives me a quick shake of her head. “No.”
She’s trembling.
She’s fucking freezing and scared out of her mind, but she is not backing down.
Jenny Monroe wants me. She also trusts me.
She actually trustsme. To do this right. When everything about me, everything I am, is all wrong for her.
She’s trusting me to give her what she needs. Which is hilarious, because she needs a nice guy who’s going to do nice things with her in their nice bed.
But there’s this glint in her eyes. One I’ve never seen before. It’s sharp. Dark. Thirsty as all get out. Maybe?—
Maybe she doesn’t want nice. Maybe she doesn’t need it.
Maybe she needs something else entirely. Something only I can give her.
The idea sends my pulse into overdrive.
